A perfectly sensible poem


                                            >Riding a phallic object with a knot

                                            >Its base slamming against her plot

                                            >A soft moan escapes her lips

                                            >As she once again slams down her hips

                                            >Her friends nowhere near

                                            >A nice large plug in her rear

                                            >Teats bouncing up and down

                                            >Sometimes she likes it where it’s brown

                                            >Thinking of that one green man

                                            >She goes as fast as she can